The Ladder
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#2191 | Every culture grows. To a point where it disappears. If a billion dice were rolled down a hill. I hope that ours are near. _ |
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#2192 | Stimulation addiction knows no bland. Because the bland keep the bland to themselves. Two ounces should be enough for a lifetime. And should be stored on the shyest self. _ |
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#2193 | It can't get any faster. Because of the way you move such things. Hurry up, try them on. They're going to surely miss those wings. _ |
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#2194 | Action is a place. Where sighs don't need to be. Were every happy pulse to race. Somewhere rustle leaves. _ |
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#2195 | You too can be a heaven. And know what a universe said. Behold your transistor radio. Until its battery is dead. _ |
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#2196 | The back of a city bus may be owned by the devil. But the bus couldn't move without it. A balance that keeps a world so level. Never changing and never shouted. _ |
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#2197 | Snails clung to amusement park rides. Drinking morning dew. Move as carefully in new directions. As breakfast washers do. _ |
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#2198 | What is a poem without a wake. Or a toilet without a dime? The fires of life must vent or break. So I hope you'll look at mine. _ |
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#2199 | The job was open. So the young man applied. And the old man waved. You're a poet now hide. _ |
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#2200 | To see a strife from orbit. That's what dreams are for. Let no moment hide it's beauty. So minds shall always soar. _ |
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#2201 | 68.2 soldiers good. 31.8 soldiers bad. Beauty is but 1 soldier. Such divisions make him sad. _ |
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#2202 | Show me an ant or ten forest streams. And I'll show you a mountain or a single seed. Details and distance are forever entwined. One needs the other for understanding of mind. _ |
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#2203 | Here's to the mountains who subtlety grow. From all stimulations craved and known. A toast to just need a painting. And a toast to just need a poem. _ |
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#2204 | That most silent target. In the noise with no end. Oh curse the search. For the quiet friend. _ |
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#2205 | Two women large and small. Staring at a man's new scanner. If only eyes could see through walls. And woman could see through manners. _ |
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#2206 | The battle fields behold. And kingdoms tear their reigns. While all the while the pebble streams. Hold the fiercest fights for names. _ |
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#2207 | I love you more than flowers. Your softness oh so lean. When I compare you to a heaven. Oh thought you are so clean. _ |
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#2208 | Famous man dropping famous woman. On a beach by accident. I'm sorry if I let you down. The world is such an adamant. _ |
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#2209 | Someone who dislikes you waking up. From a sofa as you enter room. Abrupt shall like no gentle song. Discomfort has no tune. _ |
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#2210 | Could I behold such tragic triumph. All dewdrops fill such seas. And I went home and honored thus. The wisdom of all fees. _ |
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#2211 | She left a note on her kitchen counter. Saying put dishes away are in morning. So I left a note on her tv set. Saying I have gone to your shore for warming. _ |
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#2212 | When playing poker against a display rack. Of information pamphlets lose. Five pixels beats a thousand tacks. And appropriate response beats news. _ |
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#2213 | It takes fifteen years to make a moment. Because giving has no past. And fifteen moments to make one near. At fifteen cares per crass. _ |
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#2214 | Battleship and Checkers. And Snakes and Ladders tried. But Cooperation beat them all. And soon out sold the sky. _ |
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#2215 | May I please keep this memory. The one where trees never joke. When I slept outside your one foot cabin. And the chances of tea were remote. _ |
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#2216 | There's no ocean creepier than a theory. Or no lake as unnamed as whine. So wherever you hear a better eery. Please forgive the storming mind. _ |
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#2217 | Sleeping homeless on abandoned bus and hearing. Homeless woman sing about seeing you today. Stowaway male kissing stowaway female. And a universe pushing dust away. _ |
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#2218 | Four half walls and fog. That's the trouble with true. It's a two inch sticky ball of tape. Troublesomely attached to a shoe. _ |
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#2219 | Who applies the brakes. Who keeps warm the keys. Heroism, chivalry. Wands that water weeds. _ |
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#2220 | The roots that find directions. That youth the tips have said. As fleeting as a first bicycle. The root forever bends. _ |
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